vindicated soul

because the truth is always larger than the words we use to describe them

Saturday, May 24, 20089:36 AM

critical cynic

I think i'm too critical about things sometimes.

like the post about the musical?

like my gripes about school?

sometimes i think i need to take a step back and breath. chill(which incidentally i hate people saying to me).

i detest people telling me to chill and stuff when i'm venting out my frustrations. I don't need you to tell me to chill, i would verymuch prefer you show me an alternative viewpoint, help me to understand the other person's story or the other side that I haven't thought off.

then again maybe that's too intrinsic a part of me.

its like this regret i have deep down

about this wonderful person who's really a nice fella and were close. But deep down inside i guess i know we won't ever be best of pals and stuff like that cause the characteristics of him that i detest, i really get irritated. unlike some other's where even their detestable points i can take. His is just... i dunno mcgriddle-esque. indescribable? lol!

which really pisses me off cause like i said he's a really great fella and i shuldnt have any complaints about him. but here we are. like I said I think i'm too critical.

My father has this mantra which i think is really true but i just havent been able to apply to myself yet."Be lenient to others but always remember to be strict on yourselves."

I need to learn how not to impose my beliefs on others, on how just because i can do something, they have to do that too. Now that's a lesson to be learnt.

the most beautiful things in life (remix)

right, for the uninitiated who got shocked from the previous post, let me fill you in o n some background info to clear the cloud.

We had our GP exam recently, and instead of opting for the typical 'smoke' essay i surprisingly went for 1 with the intent of using facts in my essay. Granted they were riddle with bulletholes but still i attempted. Mine was about how sporting events were becoming anything but sporting these days. I whacked out about Doping incidents, lewis hamilton of last season's F! Grand Prix, and of course (you didn't think that I would forget would I?)

so anyway there was this topic about "the most beautiful things in life are free. discuss"

I got bored and irritated so i proceeded to type the crap i wrote out in the previous post. that was the traditionalist school of thought. now on for Revisionist school of thought, maybe 1 day there will be a Post-Revisionist school of thought. Forgive me, I'm mugging for history now.

so anyway the most beautiful things in life are free?

like seeing the girl you invested so much time and effort in walk away for un inmaginabe reasons?

like seeing your friend ache over that girl?

like seeing your friend reaching out for something not there?

like watching your favourite soccer team win the Champions League with your best buddies?

like getting the spine-tingling electrifying feeling watching The Rock making his return to WWE in the Hall Of Fame 2008?

like mugging for an exam only to realise its fucked up?

like running with your best friends?

like positioning yourself in a strategic position to catch a glimpse of your eyecandy.

like organising chalets and getting your friends to go, and seeing it screw up in your face, and then revive itself.

like laughing at your lovesick friend.

like... typing this post out.

the best things in life are free, to some extent. for everything else...?